Dwight
We spent another day at my parents’ house before returning home. Leaving yesterday was bittersweet, I almost didn’t want it to end. Having Quinn with me and my family over Christmas is something that I’ll cherish forever. It was by far one of the best Christmases I can remember having in a long time.
“So, I’ve been looking at places to live,” I announce as we sit on her couch.
Her head snaps to mine. “You have?”
“Yeah, as much as I love Logan, I feel like I’m cramping his style, corrupting his bachelor image, so I’ve been looking around, you want to help me look?”
“Me? Why me? It’s gonna beyourhouse.”
“No. It’s going to beourhouse. You know, if you wanted.” I run a hand though my hair and squeeze the nape of my neck.
“Like move in with you? “But what about school, and…”
“Technically, you’re not my student anymore. As long as I don’t teach you, there shouldn’t be a problem. Quinn, I hate you living here, especially on a street that deals in more drugs than Pablo Escobar. And at least having you living with me, means you won’t have to worry about money, because I have enough of it for both of us.”
Having her live with me would make me feel more at ease, especially with Rogers still on the horizon. After our last encounter, I haven’t seen or heard from him, but I have this nagging feeling that it won’t be the last.
No. He’s waiting. Biding his time.
Quinn bites the inside of her lips, contemplating. “I’ll pay my way. I’m not living there rent free, I’m going to contribute.”
“You’re so stubborn.”
“I’ll only agree to move in if you allow me to pay forsomethings.”
He heaves a sigh. “Fine, we’ll work out the particulars another time, but does this mean you’ll move in with me?”
She winds her arms around my neck and peppers kisses on my mouth, my cheeks, my jaw and down to my neck. “You bet your ass it does!”
Chapter 49
Quinn
It’s been a month since Christmas, and it’s my second week back to college after the holidays. The return to school both saddened and excited me. I was looking forward to getting back into the swing of things, but there was a heaviness in my heart at the thought that Dwight isn’t my professor anymore.
I know I’ll still see him around campus, but it’s not the same. In a way it’s kind of a blessing, because now, there’s technically nothing wrong with what we’re doing, but I miss having him as a teacher. Maybe I’m biased because he’s my boyfriend, but he really was a great teacher.
Boyfriend.
That terms still sounds weird when I use it to refer to Dwight, because somehow he means more to me than some stupid label.
“What are your plans for tonight?” Amy asks.
“Well I have the night off work so I’m meeting Tori for food later.”
“Nice, well, have fun. Oh, I forgot to tell you…” she begins to tell me about some television show she’s currently bingeing, but her voice fades away when my eyes lock on a face I never expected to see again.
It’shim.
The guy from the strip club.
Here, on campus.
Angel guy.
He’s walking beside someone else, a professor, I assume, laughing and joking without a care in the world. I stop dead and so does Amy when she realises I’m no longer walking alongside her.
